48/58 You don't mind, do you, Obed ?" "No-o," replied Mr.Gott, slowly. I kind of thought I'd run into the club a few minutes and see some of the other fellers. But it ain't important--not very." The "club" was one of the rooms over Mr.Higgins's store and post office. It had been recently fitted up with chairs and tables from its members' garrets and, when the depot and store were closed, was a favorite gathering place of those reckless ones who cared to "set up late"-- that is, until eleven o'clock. |